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The last six dark hours belong to the old 2005,
The remaining to the new 2006.
The transition period was sensational to face,
Yet I closed my eyes to sense the romance.
The dream has naturally landed with its surprising feast to me,
‘The classic figure of my professional familiarity’ decorated the scene.
She was at ease and most comfortable with me as a belle,
I could not find bounds to the intensity of thrill.
I told her casually, ‘Shall I die for you!’,
She replied, ‘New Year gift to me! Shame on you’.
Will you live for me to make me the owner of bliss till demise?
She smiled and said, ‘I am a sensitive girl and so no hard promise’.
How do you feel if I go away from you all of a sudden?
Being compelled by the forces of destiny demon.
‘I will cry sitting alone pitying my fate,
For I have a lot of space for you in my heart’.
Shall I wash your feet with my tears?
I am not such an unkind creature to seek joy from others’ pains.
Why do you behave like a bohemian among people in reality?
Not to allow them to suspect that we have metaphysical affinity.
I can’t rejoice the abode without the daily spell of your gracious presence,
That’s why I am keeping myself around all the time avoiding absence.
You stole my heart that evening in that gorgeous dress,
I thought you didn’t even look at me to exploit the richness of my smiles.
How could you venture into my subconscious arena also that bravely?
The same way you could dare shoot the arrow of epistle at me previously.
You are the Goddess of my heart; let me get flowers to place on your feet,
Don’t distance me here also; I came to talk with you soulfully at this historical moment at least.
Would you sell me your smiles; I will store them in my heart,
Check if my influence left any vacant part in that hut.
Why do you make dreamers spellbound with your aggressive beauty?
Dull and tasteless creatures never spoke such great truths with a female entity.
Please don’t go away from me that fast; the mist is still thick in the forest,
But the cruel sun is getting ready in His home to attend His duty in the east.
I am sorry I could not wish a Happy New Year to a Goddess of beauty that evening,
I came to console you for this reason only; don’t cry like a child, I can’t see you sobbing.
I woke up from my sleep and thought, ‘God! Why do you send Goddesses into my dreams also?
She wanted to see you and so I brought her secretly at late night,
'Haven’t you enjoyed the great show!'
I told my cousin, ‘she entered my dream the previous night; what a miracle on 31st night’,
God sent you the real New Year greetings for you deserve it according to His unbiased judgment.
Datla Chiranjeevi Raju
